JARABABBEN NAMIJI

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Upon entering the room, she roused her father from his Quranic recitation. She bid him farewell and moved aside to tend to the food. I'm still seated on his aged Moroccan cushion, now engrossed in reading the Qur'an, while he occupies the doorway, sipping his drink. She distanced herself from his side, arranging her garments and spreading a worn sheet over them, then commenced her prayer. After completing her gesture, she sat and donned a straight coat, distinct from her father's attire. This ritual had been ongoing for a while before he extended his hand to pray audibly. In response, she lifted her hand, echoing "Amen" until their hands connected, and hers brushed his.